Page 104 of Dangerous Mission

“Any word?” he rasps.

I shake my head and walk the length of the corridor again.

This continues until Agent Torres inserts his tall frame in front of my boots.

He looks grim.

“Why are you here?” I demand, pushing my hands into my pockets.

“I was checking on my men.”

Bastard put guards outside the emergency department treatment room where Adam Hill’s being worked on.

Not that I could get in there with all the people and equipment, but it pisses me off that my intent is so transparent.

He glances down the hallway toward Griff. “Don’t know which of you two I should worry about more.”

Good. Keep him guessing.

I lean against the wall and cross my arms.

Torres does the same on the opposite wall.

“Are you just going to stand there to make sure I don’t get into trouble?”

One side of his mouth hitches up, lifting his dark mustache. “You’re smart.”

I tip my chin. “We’ll see who is more so.”

“You can’t just threaten that man’s life and expect me to let you…”

“Didn’t threaten his life.”

He chuckles darkly. “It’s in the eyes, man. Words are petty. It’s the quiet ones with cold eyes that you have to worry about.”

I just give him a flat stare.

He laughs again even though nothing about this situation is fucking funny. I’m so blinded by rage, I’m surprised I’m not smoking out of my ears.

He casually pulls out his wallet. “Let me buy you a coffee?”

Keep thy enemy close?

I like Torres. I don’t like him impeding my own brand of justice.

I nod toward Giff. “You buying him one too?”

“Yeah, get hisDelta Force ass and meet me in the cafeteria.”

I shove off the wall and stride to the other end of the building where Griff is scaring the staff with his crazy muttering and death scowls.

He stops in his tracks. “Any word?”

“Torres is buying coffee. Come on.”

Griff’s eyes turn to slits. “He’s not getting rid of me.”

I turn and walk away. “Me either.”

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